a palace of strange things, iced in frost and glinting in the snow.

in the world before the worldthere were no ashes before the world,that was the time before she moved to townthat season of dry snow and silver treesand a sky so blue..well, everything was okay,and cold,and okay.

the demons were gone, for a while at least,all at war with their doubles,and so, long forgotten.

walking,she chanced bythe palace of mirages and strange thingsiced in frost and glinting in the snow.with snow that made sounds to make children smile.

there was a whole array of turpine indigo sights in the skywith tones archaic and fluted,until soon they slip awayinto the uncounted night.

what if eternity was a prayer?shivering the whispers of a thousandchurches. sailing you away.